Before we left the Midwest completely on a summer adventure, we were here...baking, swimming, gardening and the like.
As of early August, things were still a little lean (late start on my part).
Luke contented himself with cutting up a lone asparagus (asparagi? just like the way that sounds).
We also found one perfect blueberry low on the bush. The deer never found it.
And the tomatoes were heavy on the branches. I feared they would ripen and rot while we were gone.